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A Fictional Story.  Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
entirely coincidental.  Intended for mature adult audiences only.

Pleasures Postponed.

By James Bellamy <jbellamy@renman.net>


Chapter One - Prologue

I don't see my "little sister" Jenny very often now that we both have
raised families and are geographically separated by a few hundred miles.

She has matured well over the years.

I have always harbored a certain fear of our childhood sexual
relationship  being raised between us, so it preys on my mind each time
we get together.

It started on a summer evening when I was 12 or 13.  The local gang was
out after dark playing tag football.  Several girls were included.  As
it got darker the game became more and more of a wrestling
and groping event between the boys and the girls.   I found myself atop
Brenda, one of the tougher and bigger members of the class.

"You may be able to do that with Maggie, but you can't do it with me,"
she huffed, "get off of me!"

I had found myself enjoying the contact between our groins and had begun
to grind against her a little bit.  Suddenly, my cock erupted and I was
flooded with something warm and wet.  It was my first orgasm and I
didn't understand what had happened.  I headed home with lots of
questions and concerns in my head.  It was one thing to keep up a good
front on the school yard when othes talked about sex, but I had no idea
anything like this was going to happen.

Piecing together bits of things heard on the school ground, adding to
this knowledge with carefully crafted questions to older kids, I slowly
discovered this thing that happened was sex.  Also, that it had to do
with girls and their soft bodies.  I needed some answers.    Lying in
bed, I found that the pleasure was easy to bring back just by thinking
of Brenda's body against mine and how my cock felt moving against the
valley formed by her legs.  I would become  rock hard immediately, and
then very quickly, the hot warm fluid would gush all over again.  I grew
fond of the sensation.

Soon thereafter, my curiosity brought me to a regular exploration of the
mysteries of  the laundry hamper used by my sisters and mom'.  They had
such silky and mysterious underwear, I discovered.  I rubbed my dick
with them, smelled the musky scent of their bodies left so tangibly in
their panties.  It was not much of a leap from this first exploration to
wanting to know what it felt like to wear such sensual things.

I began sneaking panties into my room at night to wear next to my skin.
It made for wonderful fantasy sex rubbing my genitals against the silk
of my younger sisters' panties while sniffing the older ones against my
face.  I was in heaven - - or quite near it!

Overcome with a driving curiosity, it was inevitable that I would seek
to extend my knowledge in a more direct way.  Curiosity was killing me
as it did the proverbial cat!   Late one night, when the house was
quieted by sleep, I crept down the dark silent hall to the door of my
little sister Jen's room.  I listened with bated breath for the sound of
her regular breathing, and then entered.  My heart was pounding in my
chest -- bursting with excitement and fear.  My padded footsteps moved
me near her sleeping form.  I stood holding my breath out of fear of
being discovered.  Stealthily, I pulled back the covers and waited again
to see if she awoke.

The moon lit the room so I could see her panties, gleaming white.   Her
gown was pushed up around her waist.  Her little breasts, just the
nipples really, were visible there, poking against the nightie.  I
thought my heart was going to pound through the walls of my chest.  It
sounded so loud in my head that I thought for a moment that it could be
heard by others in the house.  Kneeling beside her to look more closely,
I was attracted to the curve of her mound, only now beginning to
blossom.  Slowly, again holding my breath,  I reached out toward the
warmth of that charming natural curve.  Within half an inch, I stopped,
already feeling the heat of her body.  Stilled, my hand trembled with
excitement, but I could go no further.  The scent of her budding body
touched lightly in my nostrils.

She stirred and her mound came to meet my hand as she turned toward me.
For an instant I touched her silky panties and the beginning of the
cleft between her legs.

As she stirred again and snorted in her sleep, I broke for the hallway,
afraid that she would catch me and wake my mother.  In the hall I stood
panting to catch my breath.  Imagining all kinds of bogeys, I slipped
back down the hall and into my bed, heart pounding in my chest.

When the house quieted enough to satisfy my fears, I slipped down the
hall again now, gaining confidence from my previous trip.  Quickly, I
returned to the spot I had so quickly abandoned in fear.  Jen had not
changed her position.  Slowly, and carefully, I touched her mound
lightly with my fingers.  I imagined what it must be to feel the heat of
the  panty-covered pussy between her legs.

Jennifer stirred and mumbled something.  I froze.  But she shifted her
position so that her legs parted slightly, allowing my fingers to slip
down between her legs and lie in her slit.  I could feel that she had
started to get wet.  I didn't fully understand this, but moved my hand
against the pool forming under the silkiness of her panties.  This
brought sleepy sounds of pleasure.  I leaned closer and the smell of her

drifted up to my nostrils.

It seemed like hours that I sat on my haunches, my hand pressed lightly
between her tightly closed thighs, my index finger touching a long line
along the lips of her pussy under the white satiny panties.  Again, I
slipped away in fear of being caught.  I had a hard time sleeping that
night, but I didn't dare spend any more time out of my bed, or so I
thought.

The next night, I followed the same routine, finding my way more quickly
now that the path seemed a little less hazardous.  Jen lay with one leg
outside the covers on this night and again the moon lighted my way, her
panties shininig like a beacon.  Her position opened her legs more than
in the first night and my hand found her warmth quickly and easily.

I put my lips to her mound and my finger slipped past the tight elastic
leg of her panties and into her wetness.  She thrashed around and pushed
me away.  Was she awake?  I spoke her name, no answer.   My heart was
again pounding and I retreated with my surprising new information.   As
I
slipped into my bed, I sniffed the juices still on my explorer finger
and tasted the unforgetable essense of pussy for the first time.

At breakfast the next morning, Jennifer gave no indication that
anythinghad happened.   Still, I had the feeling that she had been awake
and that she had enjoyed my exploration.  I couldn't wait to try it
again.

The next night, when the house had quieted, I again crept silently down
the hall and slipped into Jennifer's room.  I stood by her bed and
listened for her regular breathing.  The covers were thrown off and she
lay on her side with her back to me.  Her panty-covered bottom was
inviting, soft and round.  My cock was tenting out my shorts like a
spear.

With my heart in my mouth, I lay down behind her, my cock prodding the V
formed by her legs and the tight crack of her bottom.  I stopped
breathing for a moment, but she continued her regular breathing.
Emboldened, I slipped my hand onto her small breasts, just beginning to
bud.  The nipple hardened immediately.  My cock against her panties was
about to explode.  We stayed in this spoon position for
several minutes, again, I thought she was pretending to sleep through
it.  But then suddenly Jennifer thrashed around and made a sound,
scaring the hell out of me and I again retreated from the room to the
safety of my room.

I waited for my courage to return and then slipped back into her room.
I returned to my position against her pantied ass and quietly assured
her I would not hurt her.  She said nothing and my hand found her breast

again.  She moved her legs apart and my cock slipped between them,
moving up the moist slit.  I reached around her and found the tip of my
cock just at the tip of her mound.  Again, she thrashed about and I
stood up next to her bed as she rolled onto her back, her legs spread
apart.  Slipping a finger under her panties, I found the moistness of
her pussy and gently massaged it.  My finger found her hole and I
slipped it carefully inside the tight little pussy.

Slowly, I began to fingerfuck her, first to my second knuckle and
eventually all the way in.  Her mound rested in my palm as my finger
explored inside her hot, tightness.  Jennifer squirmed under my hand.  I
followed my finger with my tongue.   I don't know how I knew that was
the right thing to do.  I just wanted to taste the source of that scent
that I found so intoxicating.  My mouth was now on her cunt and I
brought my hands to her breasts as she squirmed against my tongue.

We continued this routine for some time.  Her pretending to sleep, me
being to scared to go further for fear of  -- well for fear of
everything.  We both knew she was awake, of course, and in a small house
as ours there was not much chance of other encounters being more
complete sexually.

Then a few weeks later, I had kissed her pussy mound through the
panties, then pulled them aside to allow my tongue to tease the
beginning of her slit. And she let me fingerfuck her wet little pussy
with pleasure.  Someone of my friends at school had got a box of condoms
from his father's drawer and brought them to school.  That day he had
had given me one of them.  Emboldened by this symbol of male macho, I
determined to go further with our explorations.  Sruggling manfully with
the complicated task of rolling the rubber over my swollen cockhead and
down the shaft.  My manhood seemed assured as I felt the majic sesation
of the latex stretched over my cock.

My hands found the elastic at the waist of her panties and slipped them
down.  She raised her hips slightly to make it easier.  My tongue
returned to its post.  I explored her entire slit as her juices spread
over my mouth, lips cheeks, chin, everywhere.  Her nipples were like
diamonds sticking up from the small mountains jutting from her chest.
I took her hand and let her feel the condom covering my cock.  My
thought was that it would assure her that she would not become
pregnant.  Her hand explored the strangeness, running along it's entire
length, then curiously feeling the rolled ring of the confom.
Seemingly satsified, she dropped her hand away and became passive again.

Carefully, I knelt between her legs.  Replacing my finger and tongue
with my cock, I slowly slipped the head of it up and down her slit.  The
hot juices felt like fire on my cock.  My heart was pounding with sheer
excitement coupled with the fear of being caught!

My cock found the entrance of her pussy.  I pushed against the
tightness, which didn't want to yield to my pressure.  Jennifer made a
sound, "Mnnp" followed by "No!"   I went back to massaging her slit with

my cock head and at the same time, happily massaging my cock against her
pussy.  Again I tried the
entrance, fondling her nipple at the same time.  I soon discovered that
the condom was uncomfortable and had pulled my forskin back in an
uncomfortable way.  I snatched it off and felt  my cock return to
normal.

This time my cock slipped into the tight entrance.  It was just the head
of it, but the tightness of Jennifer's pussy burned like crazy --  but a
delicious fire it was.  I couldn't believe how good it felt.  As I
started to push my way further in, I felt Jennifer's hand surround my
cock for a moment and then panic-stricken, push me away.  My cock head
popped out of the tight ring of her pussy and my sperm juices pumped out
all over her tummy, thighs and tits.  Jennifer leapt from the bed and
ran to the bathroom where I could hear her washing all of my cum from
her body.

She must have been scared by all that, because that was the last time I
got close to fucking her.  After that an occasional feel or rub against
her was all we did.  Besides the danger of getting caught, I started to
discover other girls.  So it has always been a secret worry that
Jennifer would bring this up and cause embarrassment or some other
problem.  So with her visiting us today, the concern came back into at
least the back edge of my consciousness.


Chapter Two --  Thirty Years Later

Jennifer's husband died about seven years ago and she has not
re-married.  Looking at her, it is a little surprising.  She has a nice
shape, with good legs, medium size breasts still firm and high.  I
admired her as she dropped her luggage and gave me a sisterly kiss. My
wife Mary had picked Jeffifer up at the airport and trailed her with the
last of the luggage."What does it take to get a drink around here?"
Jennifer demanded.

We found the liquor cabinet and sat in the family room and caught up on
each other's hometown news over a drink or two.  Mary started to head
for the kitchen to see what she could do for supper.

I insisted that we go to a very posh new restaurant nearby.

"If big brother is going to splurge, we'll have to really dress up!"
Jennifer proposed, and stood to leave the room.

"Not necessary!"  I protested.

"Oh no, if someone is taking me to the best restaurant in town, I always
dress up out of respect for his big spending ways!" Jennifer tended to
be very expansive in her expressions.

When they came back downstairs, Mary and Jennifer looked terrific.   My
sister's silk dress outlined her body perfectly.  The scooped neckline
framed her tits and I think my mouth dropped open with admiration.

"Close your mouth, big brother," she murmured, "and tell me what you
think of your little sister?  Or, is that an expression of
appreciation?"  She giggled with pleasure at my slight discomfort being
caught looking at
her tits.

"I'm just glad you insisted on dressing.  Dinner is always better with
scenery like the both of you."  I really meant it too.  I followed them
out to the car watching their asses move seductively under the light
summer dresses.

"I think we are getting your husband aroused, Mary.  Is he always such a
complete lecher?   He just keeps bouncing from one set of boobs to the
other, have you noticed."

"Is that a big surprise to you?  I've known it for years.  Maybe he is
on his better behavior in the family?"  My wife was not much good at
defending me.  We were on our third bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and the

two of them were feeling pretty full of themselves.  The waiter had been
giving them all kinds of attention and they kept flirting even more
openly as the evening wore on.

"Does big brother keep a straight face when you play footsie with him
under the table, Mary?"

"What do you say we both play and see if he is still the great stone
face?" my wife offered.

"Now wait a minute you two!"

First one and then the other slipped off a shoe and started teasing my
ankles with their nyloned toes.
"Hey, this is a public place," I protested in mock horror.  "Who can a
guy trust?"

"Hey be careful there,"  I gasped a little as one of their feet worked
its way into my crotch and bumped into a very stiff cock.

"Oh, my goodness, he's not ignoring us entirely, I can see that!"  That
answered the question of who had reached the summit first.  It was a bit
of a shock that it was my sister's foot and not my wife's.  I caught her

foot in my hand and couldn't help enjoying my sister's nylons.   "Come
on Mary, join me here at the top of the ladder!"  Now each of them had a
foothold on my cock, so to speak.  They were both enjoying it, too.  I
decided to relax and enjoy it, my hand cupping both squirming silky feet
as they played in my lap. They both had silly grins on their faces and
Jennifer ran her tongue seductively over her bright red lips.

"You are always wanting two of us - now you have your wish and don't
know what to do?"  Mary giggled.

"I think we could have our way with you if we tried, even if Jennifer is
your sister.  I don't know about
this brother of yours, Jennifer.  He doesn't get this hard when I give
him dinner at home!"

The waiter came with the check and the two of them teamed up to grip my
cock between the balls of their feet and move back and forth.

"I'll ha .. have the ch  check,"  I gasped.

The waiter smiled knowingly and took another lingering look at the two
sets of knockers now pressed against the table top by the position the
girls had to get into to reach into my lap with their toes.

"Shall we let him come up for air, Mary?  Or do you want to see if he
can walk with this hard-on on display"

On the way home, I pondered this behavior which was strictly not like
either of the women.  My wife leans toward being a bit of a prude and
Jennifer and I had never been this open about sex before.  I decided
that it was the wine, and that I liked it no matter what it was.  On the
theory that there is no sense spoiling a good thing, I opened another
bottle at home and we settled into the deep leather furniture for a long
chat.

Jennifer had her shoes off and her legs crossed as she stretched out on
the couch.  Her skirt slipped up to mid thigh and a darker band of nylon
showed.  "Good grief," I thought, "can she be wearing old-fashioned
nylons and a garter belt?"

I thought about the fact that I shouldn't be having such thoughts about
my own sister.

The conversation turned to children; Jennifer still had a teen-age son
at home.

"Tommy has reached puberty and I think he is rifling through my
underwear drawer.  Is that normal?"
Mary had fallen off to sleep in her chair and then gone off to bed, and
so I had to answer.

"I think it is fairly standard.  It is the curiosity factor, you know.
You girls are so different and mysterious and you wear such sensuous
clothes."

"Did you go through my things when you were that age?" she wanted to
know.

"Well, I think I might have done some of that, though you were a bit
young.  I went more for Sally's things and Mom's frankly."  I confessed
more easily than I thought I might.  "But yes, I did do that, so don't
worry too much about it.  I mean, look how normal I turned out!!!!!"

She grinned wryly.  "Really?" she said and her legs shifted a little and
I could see up her dress to the expanse of white panty hiding her
crotch.  My hard-on was back.  "Do you ever think about the time you
taught me a little about sex?"

"Oh God, here it comes," I thought, fearing the worst.

"Well, to be honest, yes it does occur to me sometimes."

"Wow, it was really exciting, even though I felt I had to pretend to be
sleeping."

"I'm a little uncomfortable talking about it," I admitted.

"Yeah, me too, but I figure what the hell, it is probably pretty
standard part of everyone's life, if they are lucky, that is.   And, I
do consider it a nice memory, by the way.  So, ........  I decided that
this trip I would ask you about it.  You don't mind do you?"

"Uh, no, I guess not, if you don't" I mumbled.

Jennifer swung around on the couch and put her head in my lap.  Still
feeling the effect of the wine, she continued.

"Actually, I really wanted you to do more, but I was afraid.  And then I
had a crush on you from then on and we never did any more.  You seemed
so big and I remember it hurting a little when you slipped into
me, even just a little bit.  Remember, I grabbed it to see what it was
like and then you popped out?"

Her skirt slipped further up her thighs as she raised her knees.  Sure
enough, she was wearing a garterbelt, I noted as the clasps came into
view.  I enjoyed the contrasting dark nylon and a little ring of light
blue further up.  'Christian Dior' I read.  It is a sexy sight to see
the stocking labels on a lady's legs.

"They made a big mistake going to pantyhose, in my humble opinion." I
offered.

"I'm afraid I have to admit I knew it was a weakness of yours - that's
why I wore them.  I guess I still have that crush on you, big brother.
Aren't I sinful?" she teased, looking up at me and rubbing her head
against my ever hard cock.

"I'm sure that it is a good thing that you stopped back then when you
did, but in the long scheme of things, do you ever wonder what it would
hurt if the concern about pregnancy had not been such a big bogeyman?"

She was getting awfully philosophical with the help of the wine, I
thought.  "Well, that is a thought, I suppose.  A lot of things we do
are missed opportunities when you look back on them."

"I still have an occasional fantasy about you, you know.  I lie in bed
and think about you creeping into my room and putting your hand on me
and then slipping your finger under my panties and into me as you did
once so long ago.  Then I come out of the fantasy to find that it is
just good old me ...... getting myself off and thinking of my good old
big brother."

Her hand dropped down to cover the just visible white of her
panty-covered mound.  "It is so sad, there are only so many people in
the world who are worth really loving, and some of them are bound to be
in your
family.  Seems like they should have special rules for that, don't you
think so?"  She leered up at me wickedly.

"Well, I better go to bed, before we have a relapse and get ourselves
into real trouble going through a time warp, little sister!   Come on,
now, I can't take much more of this.  Do you know how sexy you look
right now and how much you have turned me on all night?"

"Still think I'm right!" she sulked as I slipped my arm around her as we
went upstairs.  "Sure you won't   change your mind?  I really think we
missed something nice and loving back then.  I'm serious now, you know."

Reluctantly, I pulled myself back from the brink.  "I think we better
leave it in the past, don't you?  Really?  Besides, my wife would hear
us and that would be a bigger deal than if Dad had caught me! Otherwise
I would probably rape you, so watch yourself at all future times!"  I
tried to joke a little to ease the tension.

"I never like to leave things unresolved, you know that" she insisted.

I kissed her goodnight at the top of the stairs and felt her tongue dart
into my mouth.  I headed her for her bed and squeezed the cheek of her
ass as a final good night.  My hand lingered, sensing the silk sliding
over the nylon panties underneath.  I couldn't help letting it slide
across the valley to feel the other one.  I was right, they were both
wonderful.  It was a cruel thing to do, I know, because it must have
felt good to her, too.

She turned and showed me her pouting face, kissed me once more and
started to unzip her dress.  It  slipped to her waist, revealing the
twin mounds whose top curves I had longed to touch all night.

The cups of her bra held them lovingly.  The cups were rounded by the
treasure they restrained.  The little bit of lace edging the cups made
them more beautiful and inviting.  In the dim light, she unsnapped the
front closing bra and let the cups reluctantly lose their hold on their
beautiful cargoes.

I stared in complete awe of the sight of Jennifer's round breasts capped
with large dark aureoles surrounding large erect nipples.  Seeing them
for the first time was an unbelievable treat and I felt weak in the
knees for a moment.   It's the wine, I told myself.

"I know I will regret this all my life, Jen, but goodnight."

My will power finally turned me away, and I hated myself all the way to
my room.

I undressed and crawled in next to a quietly snoring wife.  I laid my
hand on her breast, but got no response at all.  The wine had really
turned out her lights.  No help here until morning, I sighed and turned
over to await a fitful sleep, very improperly thinking about my kid
sisters' tits.

"Bill!" the low, sharp, insistent cry woke me from my half sleep.

I sat up, not knowing what I had heard.  Silence.

In a moment it came again, no doubting it this time.  It was Jennifer
calling my name, and trying to attract my attention without waking
Mary.  Again I had to fight my conscience.  This time I lost.  My cock
was again standing out in anticipation as I walked quietly down the hall
and into her room.

Just as that time so many years ago, the moon cast a glow on the panties
f the beautiful figure seemingly asleep before me.

I stood and took in the sight.  Jennifer lay before me; her panties
cradled a very prominent mound between her smooth thighs.  Her garter
belt stretched from beneath her panties to pull the nylons far up her
beautiful legs.  The white bra was back in place now and matched her
panties and garterbelt in delightful contrast to her tanned body.  It
was a beautiful sight.  She stretched languorously, spreading her legs a
little.

I touched her mound under the panties very lightly.  I found the top of
her slit through the silky fabric and formed a V with my fingers, moving
slowly downward.  The slit widened where the entrance to the center of
her body would lie.

She stirred slightly and moved one leg to the side allowing more room
for me to explore.  It was very warm and moist here as my hand cupped
her mound like a small melon or peach.  Her movement pushed the mound
against my palm and my fingers were between her thighs holding the
richness of her body in my hand.

She raised her knee slightly and the garter tented the leg of the tight
white panties away from her body.  My hand slipped into this space and
slipped over to find the light patch of hair protecting her mound.  My
fingers slipped through it and I felt the beginning of her slit once
again after twenty-five years.  The thrill was similar if not quite the
same.  My heart raced in the same way  -- there was the danger of being
caught by my wife's awakening. And the thrill of a new adventure, this
exploring of an unfamiliar, but beautiful feminine body, holding the
promise of intimacy.

Sliding along her flank, my hand guided one finger to locate the rigid
little clitoris in its protected cove.  There it was, standing up
straight, encased in her warm sweet juices, longing to be sucked into my

mouth.

Pulling the panty leg aside, I leaned to kiss the mound and let my
tongue slip down the wet, wet, deliciously wet slit.

I felt the nylon top of her stocking as I steadied myself.

Then the electric thrill of the tip of my tongue touching her clit made
both of us jump.  She rolled on her side, and, as so long ago, left room
for me to lie close to her, my cock finding it's way to the V of her
crotch.  She moved again to allow my cock to rest along the entire slit
between her legs.

Her panties were a welcome mat as I rubbed my sensitive cock head into
the softness formed by the lips of her cunt.  I felt her hand just touch
the head of it briefly where it protruded between her legs.  She
squeezed it gently and moved her hips in a slight circular motion.

My hands found the wondrous globes of her firm breasts.  I felt a great
contentment to lie like that, with my cock sucking up the warmth of her
center, fondling her breasts as my hands lifted them and then explored
each from it's base out to the nipple.  Her nyloned legs entwined with
mine made the feeling of total sensuality complete.  I kissed the back
of her neck, moved my tongue down through the almost  imperceptibly fine
fuzz on her shoulders and back.  Her thighs tightened on my cock with a
gentle fondling motion.

Still pretending sleep, she thrashed her legs slightly and I left this
comfortable position to find a new one between her legs.

Starting with her nylon covered toes, which I sucked briefly through the
stocking, I kissed my way up her leg.  I found a hint of perfume behind
her knees and left a kiss there as my hands reveled in the silken path
they found leading to the alter above.  Sliding both hands up her
thighs, I parted them and gazed at the lips of her pussy lightly veiled
by her panties.

My hands slipped under her bottom to lift her firm, round buns and I
buried my face into her waiting cunt lips.  The scent of her love juices
and a hint of a nice perfume were overpowering.  My hands grasped the
waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her hips as she
raised them to help.  Slipping them down her legs and disentangling the
flimsy, nearly gossamer garment seem to float to my face.

I rubbed the wet across my lips and inhaled the scent of her. She raised
her knees, now sensing what was to come.  My tongue now found her pussy
completely open and available for my pleasure.  Hardly knowing
where to start, but eager now, I plunged into the waiting pool of juices
in the hollow area that centered on the entrance to her cunt and to her
entire body.  She moaned loudly now as I felt the wetness and the
slightly acidic taste of her.  My tongue felt like it was sticking out
like a very hard cock and penetrating her  hot tunnel like a sword.  It
was delicious and the juices began to spread over my lips and face as I
licked deeper and pressed closer.

My hands reached to find her wonderful tits again.  I pushed her bra up
over her breasts, not waiting to wrestle with the snaps.  The orbs
popped loose from their binding and they seemed to relish being freed
into my hands.  I grasped them at the base and squeezed upward until the
nipples passed between my thumb and forefinger.  I pinched them lightly
just as my tongue slipped from the deep hole of her cunt up to the
turgid tip of her clitoris.  I heard her sharp intake of breath followed
by a groan of pleasure of serious proportions.    It was a combination
of relief, anguish and joy mixed in one.

I feared she might scream out loudly enough to wake Mary, whom I hoped
was sleeping soundly next door. I felt her hands grasp my head and pull
it tightly into her mound, her legs clamped around my ears and her
garters felt out of place in the slight coarseness they brought to the
play.  I was in heaven.

She rocked back and forth with her body thus wrapped around me.  I was
starting to need to come up for air, but held on while licking furiously
at all the wet surfaces provided by the inner lips of her cunt, her
clit, her anus and the little barrier where the slit ended under the
protection of her mound.  She came with a great squeeze to her captive
and a thorough vibration of her whole body as my tongue explored deep
into her cunt with my nose against her clit.  Just in time, she released
me for a breath of fresh air and then pulled me up to share the taste of
her cunt between our lips and tongues.

"Oh, my god, I have waited all my life for this!"  She whispered
hoarsely in my ear.  "It was worth the wait.  Now give me that big cock,
my dear big brother."

My cock slipped between her legs and found the entry naturally and
quickly, as if the way were familiar from years of practice.  Its head
ducked inside, greeted by the welcoming heat and moisture of her body.

Once again, her hand found my dick between our bodies, but this time she
helped pull it in all the way instead of pushing it away.  With a
grateful lunge, I slipped it deep into her waiting cunt.  She met it
with a firm pressure of her own and our mounds came together forcefully,
with my cock buried in the folds of her pussy.

We eagerly moved into a complementary motion.  She held my cock tightly
as it rushed in and out to the rhythms of our bodies.  I felt her hand
cup my balls as they slammed into her ass cheeks as I fucked her wildly,
my thrusts varying between long and short.

I pulled my cock out completely, rubbed the head of it all along the
length of her from her anus to her clit and back.

"More, more" were her only words.

I thrust once more the full length of her cunt and felt my cock so
completely surrounded and fondled by the muscles of her pussy that I
could not imagine a better feeling or a more complete fuck was
possible.  The tip of my dick seemed to touch the very end of her tunnel
just as its base was against the tight muscle that was the entrance of
her.

When she next squeezed my balls, I was ready to explode.   Suddenly I
felt my orgasm building until it erupted in streams of cum that I could
not imagine I was capable of.  It seemed to fill her up and squish
between us as I rammed myself home again and again as she raised her
ankles around my shoulders to get me deeper inside for one last moment
of ecstasy.

"Oh, that was wonderful, Sis."  was all I could gasp.  We lay together
as our juices flowed out to cover both of our bodies.  Jennifer turned
to lick some of it off my cock, then took the whole thing into her mouth

and slowly let it slip through her lips.

"Can we get this started one more time, do you think?"  She smiled. I
looked at her helplessly as she unclasped her bra and rubbed my wilting
cock with the softest and loveliest mounds I have ever felt.

Slowly I began to recover.

Jennifer scissored our legs together and guided my newly aroused, but
only semi-hard cock once more into the center of her body between her
legs.  We lay that way for a long time having a slow enjoyable fuck
while the open position allowed us to explore each other's bodies gently
and lovingly.  The muscles of her cunt were wonderfully gentle on my
weary cock.  I gave her breasts a fond pleasurefull massage and her
nyloned legs were delicious to feel surrounding me.

I kissed her fondly and prepared to go back to my bed.

"I'm glad we finally finished the fantasy," she whispered into my ear.
Our tongues just touched one last time and were the last things to part
at the end of our kiss.

END OF CHAPTER TWO
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